A ballad of ins and outs begins, while all look at their watch and attempt to time whose turn it is to use the coveted room. Some are quick to the draw and can sneak in a split second, others busy in their conversations miss their opportunity. Once an opportunity passes, few get wise enough to wait right outside the door, so another chance does not pass by. Finally the door opens and I rush to it to set all my things but forgot one single too important item. I slid out hoping to make it back in time, simply to wait again behind a closed-door. Last chance comes and when I finally arrive to take control, the atmosphere changed. The fan set at full blast and though my things intact a new aroma filled the room. The scent left of another who arrived at the bathroom first.